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01-02-07
extra virgin olive oil
i wrote your name in white out/ hoping i crossed it out/ hoping i could write over it/ but it was a darker shade/ on the black paper/ the one who seeks/ an answer was the true failure/ in an attempt that his castle/ built by the many hands/ of tiny giants/ that stood in the air/ on the escaped bridge/ to a soveriegn state of well being/ where the true hope was a failed man/ and a vagabond is the hero/ the cowboy gets shot/and the robot is governor/ where the castle in the sky/ is suspended by the drawbridge/ held anchor in our hopes/ written in the black bible/ and protected with the silver skin/ of the unicorn princess/ skinned and scalped in the/ ceremony of harvest/ teh offering sacrifice of a pure virgin/ who built their love/ on natural causes/ the olive oil that dripped and secreted/ through the fingers of/ the slippery lies/ that no one holds true/ |